Chapter 72 : Theo’s Theory
Revantra wasn't technically sneaking.
She was just... walking very quietly, with her hood pulled low, avoiding eye contact, and stepping only in the shadows cast by the arches along the academy's east wing corridor.
Which was very different from sneaking. Sneaking implied guilt. This was simply... prudent navigation. For educational purposes.
"Psst!"
She froze mid-step, one hand half-raised to part the curtain to the old archives hall.
"Pssst! Hey!"
She turned her head slowly, like a cat who'd just heard someone trying to imitate a mouse and was deeply unimpressed by the effort.
From behind a statue of a disappointingly shirtless historical hero, a tuft of brown hair popped out.
It was him.
Theo.
The weird, overly enthusiastic classmate with three ink stains on every sleeve, glasses permanently slipping down his nose, and an unhealthy obsession with ancient runes and lunchbox architecture.